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The Force Feeding: Part 2 - That Was Just The Appetizer
🕑 Added 2020-09-17 22:24:11 +0000 UTC
CJ looked at the two brownies in his hands, then added two more on top of them so that he was now holding three to a hand. The brownies were each as thick as a pocket dictionary but bigger in surface area. The chubby guy had to be careful not to squash them too much, he didn’t want to lose any crumbs at all. Every scrap of food that CJ could offer his friend must go in the dog’s belly. Shep was reclined in the huge heavy duty chair panting and whining. His huge distended gut towered over his feeder, he puffed a bit before closing his muzzle as CJ brought the brownies closer to his mouth.
“What? You can’t possibly be full, your appetite is legendary.” The fat human said cajolingly, wafting the brownies under the huge dog anthro’s snout. For a moment there’s silence, except for the sound of the enormous feast churning and digesting inside Shep’s stomach. “C’mon, open up. Show me how you got that reputation as an unstoppable glutton.”
With another puff and a low growl, Shep opens his mouth and CJ places the four brownies in. Before the gargantuan Shep can even ask for it, CJ is putting the pitcher of shake to his mouth, which he immediately begins to gulp down washing the stack of four brownies down into his stomach whole. In front of the obese man Shep’s belly bloats outward in slow subtle pulses as the shake pours down his throat. Then it’s taken away, and all space in the dog’s maw is filled with brownies; stacked in with quick and precise movements. So that now, when Shep starts to close his maw it’s almost completely wedged by fudgy chocolate and cheesecake marbled brownies. The pitcher comes back up and pours again, helping the mass of fatty confection slide down to its destination.
The feeding continues for the next half hour, Shep’s reluctance to eat growing with each morsel CJ pushes into his maw. Finally, once the last brownie finds its way into the canine’s muzzle and CJ moves to lay his head against Shep’s belly. The massive dome of blubber is firm to the touch, towers over the large man, and probably contains several tons of food. Which makes CJ very glad of his new subscription to the Bottomless Bistro delivery service [Cypho Guarantees Personally! Even your most ravenous dinner guests will be satisfied, or He’s a Doughnut TM].
CJ figures he wouldn’t be able to press very far into the thick fat if he cared to…but that wouldn’t be comfortable for his guest so he refrains. The sounds emanating from the buried stomach are astonishing; muffled gurgles, soft bubbling noises, sloshing, and all manner of burbling. “For someone who’s stuffed to the brim, your belly certainly is doing an awful lot of growling, big guy.” CJ points out with a bit of a mischievous chuckle, sitting back up.
“I…oooph…can’t eat…another bite…whatever you’ve got in mind…forget it CJ.” Shep puffs, waving one of his huge paws at the chubby human with a halfhearted growl. The enormous dog shifts and manages to glare down at the human as well.
Far from being cowed, a slow wicked grin spreads over CJ’s face. “Of course, of course, but you did say you usually ask for seconds…what kind of host would I be if I denied my guest another helping?”
The huge canine shifted and looked around. “I’ve eaten it all though, haven’t I? Where…” he stifles a belch, “…where are you gonna…get it?”
The human drummed his fingers together excitedly, “Don’t worry about that, I’ve got resources I can call on.” CJ has his phone out tapping away, “Worry not corpulent canine, I’ll get you full to your absolute limit. But while we wait…”
The fat man scales the ladder beside Shep again and presses another button on his phone, a thick tube descends over the steadily collapsing chair the ponderous pooch is seated in. “Let’s make sure you don’t get thirsty while we wait for my order of everything, with a side of everything, to get here.”
Shep pants, clearly torn between stubbornly protecting his reputation as the infinite glutton and tapping out due to the pain of his monstrously overstuffed belly, he eventually opens his mouth to say “Bring it on” but CJ just uses the opportunity to slide the nozzle of the tube in. Then he straps it on around Shep’s plump cheeks and activates the pump. Thick creamy weight gain shake flows sluggishly down the tube and into Shep. The huge dog whimpers, his eyes pinch closed, but a moment later the whimpering stops and is replaced by a much more determined growling as the mammothly obese Shep forced himself to chug fast enough to make the tube cave inward slightly with each swallow.
CJ waddles around in front of the huge pulsing dome of the dog’s belly, gently rubbing his hand down its side as he goes. He leans over and gently rests his head on the furry surface, the sounds are the same save as before with one exception…a soft creaking noise. CJ grins, with anyone else he’d be worried about his feedee’s wellbeing, but he knows Shep’s gut is indestructible if even a hundredth of his escapades are true. “Oh, this is where the fun begins.” He rubs his hands together and starts to gently, very lightly, knead the dog’s swelling midsection.
***
About an hour passes, which to the colossally corpulent canine feels like an eternity of constantly increasing abdominal distress, before there’s a knock and CJ jumps to his feet as if he’s received an electric shock. Shep hardly notices, still fully occupied with the deliciously devilish shake that he couldn’t have helped swallowing mouthful after mouthful of even if the tube was not strapped in place.
Some part of the enormous dog’s mind registers many pairs of feet trekking in and out of and setting boxes down on the table that he can no longer see past the swelling dome of his gut. His mind spirals, his desire to find the limits of his gluttony fighting with the call for a long nap and a thorough belly massage. Sometime later the shake stops flowing, and CJ climbs up a ladder he’s set up beside Shep to avoid putting excess pressure on his friend’s stomach and pulls the tube from the huge canine’s maw.
“Hey bud, sit up a little more if you can, I want you to see what I brought you.” The human patted the huge canine’s cheek gingerly until his eyes flickered open and focused on him. Then he climbed down and walked behind the collapsing chair to help push the fat mound of dog and bloated stomach into a more upright position.
Shep’s eyes fell on the table once more groaning under a huge weight of food. He puffed and groaned, his stomach already felt like it was at a limit, but once more he couldn’t help wanting to push it further.
CJ was concerned for a moment, trying to get a good look at his friend’s face past the bloated moobs, thick neck roll, and fat cheeks partially obscuring it. “Do uh…do you think you can manage it, big guy?” The human moved forward and cautiously put his hand on the massive dome of the dog’s gut, rubbing gently.
Shep puffed and panted, growling softly as the human pressed and kneaded his huge girth. “Bring it…fatso…I can take it.”
To be continued…
